I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

We make patterns, we share moments.

Moments. All gathering towards this one.

Keep breathing. Just keep doing it. It's easy. In and out.

I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things.

That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed.

Hold my hand. Don't let go.